Lyrics:
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that
change hands
Detroit turn a young nigga to a made man
Huh?
Where I'm from
You either rob or you get a job
Where I'm from
It's sell dope or do bank scams
sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that
to sell another lick to hit
Got you running in circles so they can stay rich
Keep each other in line because we gotta pay the rent
More drugs to sell
out
Yo, checked it
It was the back of the club in the V.I.P
From across the room you was eyeing me
I walked up to you with my big chain swinging
20
get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when you're out doing your shows
Manager gets 20
too just like Happy Shopper
I sells the best skunk you tell by the smell
I'll also sell you fags and Rizlas as well
Oi, clart! Don't fuckin'
the use went up
And every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But goddamn, he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Aye and bitch the money looking right so nigga we sell drugs
I'm a nonchalant young nigga baby me will shrug
Stood the rain all by myself so I don't
Always distracted by the things that I’m attracted to
Like fast coupes with the roofs that’s retractable
To tell the truth I was through with living
folding green, right
See, no one makes dime from records now
So you'd think that everyone would just want to help each other out
Playing shows and singing
bout copping the raft
I woke up in a Bentley
I used to sell them two 15s
I remember my pockets was empty
One twenty for the seventh
You know you gotta
bury me a thug
Henessy and weed be a ball with desert
These shirts and kakis is how we work
Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame
I roll 20
it behind our head like this right here
And then we'd point our elbows at em and say
I aint pointing no elbows, but
I usually sell about 20 cars, but
sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that
Welcome to the torture chamber
Said the sign above the entrance
Laughing as it takes you by the hand
Looking like a maniac savage
Inside you
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops
races, they take care of their own! They don't sell out each other like we do here. They don't throw somebody in the street because they don't have
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
time
We can make this day four-twenty and I could take you high
Girl I know your true intentions
You came here to lie
You came here to sell me
when's the last time you said one thing
That lent strength to meaning something?
Each day that things look so unbalanced
Each day that we sell short our
if I was too arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rats
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty-three hours in
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops
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